So, in this Illusory Realm, the one who truly needed saving was not the little kingdom before them, but the gentle Buddhist Cultivator before him, who had absorbed too much of the suffering of the world.
At this moment, Wen Xu felt that Chunchou might be more suited than him to be the one who broke the deadlock.
"Keeping it suppressed all this time must have been painful, right?"
"Being unable to see the world's joy and happiness must have been unbearable, right?"
Chishan abruptly raised his head. The young man opposite him had his eyes covered, making it impossible for him to see any emotion in those eyes, yet that very movement exposed the pain churning in his own gaze, leaving it nowhere to hide.
"Master, you only ferry the people of the world across. Have you never thought of ferrying yourself across as well?"
Wen Xu conjured a water mirror between them. Within it, Chishan finally saw the grief and suffering in his own eyes clearly. It was the same underlying shade shared by all people. The moment he realized this, the Heart Demon appeared.
Everything in the little kingdom around them suddenly vanished into nothingness. Only Wen Xu and Chishan remained, seated opposite each other. Even Siren and the others, who had concealed themselves in the shadows, disappeared.
"Do you truly not cultivate the Emotionless Dao?"
This Heart Demon had arrived at just the right time. "So this so-called Emotionless Dao is the means by which you, Master, seek to deliver yourself?"
If one was without emotion, then sorrow, suffering, joy, and happiness would all be alike. That did not accord with Buddhist cultivation, and thus Wen Chishan appeared. From Bitter Crossing Temple to the Blissful Union Sect, from a Buddhist Cultivator with emotions to a Dao